The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, cracked and worn stairs made of this rough, pale stone, they just keep going and going, like... into the clouds. The air's really heavy, crushing me, smells like rain's coming... Sky above's this pale grey, sun's somewhere up there but I don't know where... Water's just trickling upwards from the stairs themselves, somehow collecting into these mid-air puddles that are reflecting little pieces of clouds and birds flying. My chest hurts so bad I feel like I'm going to...